"So, you're eating here? This restaurant's food must be quite good to attract such a crowd." Long Hua lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, his face perpetually gentle, yet it always seemed to hide a dagger.
"Brother Long, they were fighting on our turf! Didn't you see their knives flashing? What's wrong with your eyes? Or should I 'operate' and help you improve your vision?" Zhong Mingyang's lips curved. With a glare and a sharp SNAP, he broke the nearest watermelon knife in two. In front of the Young Miss, of course, he had to put on a show.
"My vision is much better than yours. I'll pass on the surgery," Long Hua said with a faint smile.
"Are you dissatisfied with our management? Planning to gather here for a brawl?" Li Qing's frown deepened dangerously. With the Young Miss present, her method was to beat dissenters into submission. Li Qing and her brother, Li Lan, were true disciples of this philosophy; if anyone dared to object, they would strike immediately.
